Valleys and vicissitudes

The place I walked all on my own
A solitude its wooded paths. trees grown from a cone  
In that quiet no vulgar thought endeared  
The calm of church descends upon each ear  
  
A congregation in that place I vow  
That natures vicar is priest of the here and now  
And serenity not vie with vulgar undertones  
The cross I carry shed  its kilograms and stones  
   
 Boulders I scramble hard to cross the slope  
Faiths volution spiralled down, still hold that veneer of hope  
Whether a Cathedral of sun and sky and space  
To stumble lost in depressions deep foolhardiness    
   
The vignette of sunset through the canopy  
Awake the soul of how unseen that possibility  
Which self vying for the vantage  
Feed the love and starve the savage  
   
Falls Vacancy is my future more than empty  
The valley to the crest, will I fall like Humpty Dumpty  
Lost sacrament, know that natures wonders matter  
The knowledge that all love the planet flatters